Текст песни Олег Ширяев - Солдатский романс

You didn't give promises to wait
And I didn't swear allegiance to you.
I understood that it was foolish to convince
And to demand something - he trusted in fate.

Sometimes we write letters to each other,
Parting time measuring rains,
And there November will disappear without a trace,
Covered in timid December snows.

Days flicker in the back of the barracks.
You call it all naive
But somewhere in the very depths of my soul
There is a ghostly hope: you are waiting!

Of course, silly, is it worth guessing?
And is a solemn vow necessary?
You didn't make promises to wait
And I didn't swear allegiance to you.

And outside the window - spring again.
The day flashed brightly and darkened.
What awaits us tomorrow, we cannot know
Although it will probably rain on Thursday ...